Trump playlist

Donald Trump is the next president of the United States of America, then. Can you express your feelings through a song? A good, old-fashioned blog playlist would be most welcome at this point.

I’ll just leave this here.

As an outsider looking in, fascinated but not surprised by the result and in no position to judge after what’s happened in Britain in recent months, it’s clear that many voters had an unenviable choice to make. Looking for positives, perhaps as some consolation, it’s good that voter turnout was at record-setting levels.

I expect the conversation might spill over into the chatroom tomorrow. It will be open from 3pm (UK).

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Today 27 years ago we broke down a wall in Berlin which dived families, the world in the “good and the bad”. Now we gonna build a wall again? I hope we understood that there is no bad and good anymore… am I wrong?

Mother – the live version sung by Miss S.O’Conner with a long guy on bass at the Wall in Berlin…

Mother should i run for president?
…
Mother, do you think HE’s dangerous?

I’m sorry to say this but we got EXACTLY what we deserved! For far too long the establishment and elites (on both sides of the aisle) have fed the masses promises of a better future, pretended to care about the infrastructure, education, our general welfare and then once elected, lined their (and those aligned with them) own pockets. We don’t see how people are hurting — really, really hurting …

Near the End: “Thinking that we’re getting older and wiser, when we’re just getting old”

Out of the Blue: “Over and over we call. No one hears and further and further and further we fall. Though we pray that we soon will awake, it is clear that’s it’s no dream at all our lives are at stake. So hold back the fire because this much is true. When all’s said and done the ending will come from out of the blue”

Sorrow: “Sweet smell of the great sorrow lies over the land. Plumes of smoke rise, merge into the laden sky. A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking…”

Pigs: “Big man, pig man haha charade you are”

Sheep: “You better watch out, there may be dogs about”

America just elected the antichrist to build our Babylon tower of CO2 and harvest our planet for profit. All of our prophets, sages, artists have warned us about this since the beginning of time.

I’ve never been more ashamed of being an American. I’m sorry, Earth, I could not stop it. It is high time (Cymbaline) to Rattle that lock and lose these chains.

So Donald Trump has been democratically elected the next President of the USA! Mr Trump says he’s passionate, patriotic and proud to be given the opportunity to both serve and protect his newly inherited American people! Of course the proof lies in the pudding, so we’ll have to wait and see what happens? There’s no point in speculating, as none of us can predict the future! The weight of feeling suggests it will all go horribly wrong, however, could his tenure be a breath of fresh air and be a resounding success? Who knows and do we really care?

On the contrary, my thoughts today are on our home soil, with deep sorrow at the awful news of the tram derailment in Croydon. What upsets me, is that this news has played second fiddle to the US Election result all day! I’ll leave it with you judge what you might consider more of a priority in the UK? Loss of our citizens’ lives or Donald Trump being elected President?

Perhaps a song of choice to heir on the side of positivity might be “Imagine”…..John Lennon?

I feel terrible; I thought that I am living in a time that is safe from politicians like Trump. This is really the strongest signal to campaign for reasonable and wise and ecology-friendly politics. I will start with that right now.

I keep seeing people say this is like Brexit. Maybe it is, but with nipple pasties, hot pink beer bongs and Vegas lights, because ‘Merica! It’s democracy molested, grabbed by the p, and America just took a big star spangled sh*t on the tipping point of our environment.

I always told my daughter that people are basically decent, at their core. We may have ideological differences but people are basically decent.

This was a myth. I lied to her. Like always, when innocence is lost, it happens all at once, in the cruelest form possible so that there can be no mistake, no going back. I’m shattered. I’m so sorry. Half of us tried.

How about Sorrow? I wasn’t too concerned, I thought none of my business, then I heard he will stop all money for climate change. Now that will affect us all considering the USA is the dirty man on the planet. Plumes of smoke will rise and merge into a leaded sky.

The reality of Trump as president is shocking beyond belief. That said, I can’t say that deep down I thought it was an impossibility. I’ve spent a good part of my life keeping my expectations low in order to protect my most vulnerable self. This song by The Rolling Stones speaks to me at this time.

Also, today my feelings are similar to those I felt when JFK was assassinated. Not as gut-wrenchingly extreme, but similar nonetheless.

Anyway, this song by Bob Dylan is my contribution to the lyrical equivalent of my feelings.

Desolation Row, by Bob Dylan

They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They’re trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
“Have Mercy on His Soul”
They all play on pennywhistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
“Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row”

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody’s shouting
“Which Side Are You On?”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row

The chorus from the Nick Lowe song So It Goes from the 1970s comes to mind:

“And so it goes and so it goes
and so it goes and so it goes
but where it’s goin’ no one knows”

Last night was jaw dropping here in the U.S. Stayed up til 4 AM watching the increasingly stunned media people report on state after state of winning results for Trump. Work was not fun today after 2 hours of sleep, but could not help but watch history being made. And so it goes. Where we are going, no one knows….

Would like to join the chat tomorrow but most likely work will prevent it. Is the chatroom open on weekends at all?

Technically, it’s always open; I schedule a two-hour chat on a weekday when I can be there. However, you’re welcome to use it any time. Feel free to make a suggestion and let others know when you’ll be there and they can join you. To help, you can see who is in the chatroom at any time – here.

I’m still, can you believe it ? still busy with my sick relative. He seems to get better from one thing then goes down with another ! Sorry I can’t make it to chat today, I’ll be visiting the hospital.

Wanted to suggest Holly Johnson’s “Americanos” because I had always misheard the first line to be “There’s a place where a kid with no sense can grow up to be president…”

Looked it up before posting and learned it that actually reads “There’s a place where a kid without a cent can grow up to be president…” This may be a nice thought but is about as far away from truth as you can get!

Honestly, this is where you get when the political “elite” doesn’t care about the rest of the country, doesn’t provide good education and the prime source of political information is FOX news. Should make politicians in other countries think before it’s too late.

Last night I won a single ticket to the “Unveiling The Early Years” with Nick Mason at the YouTube Space in Kings Cross, London. The whole 85 minute show went out live on YouTube last night and you can play it back on the Pink Floyd YouTube Channel soon.

After the event I asked the producer of the box set if any more of the live at Montreux 21st November 1970 concert will see the light of day and I was told only the A.H.M. tape was found from the show.

My second question was about the Amsterdam concerts, and if they where recorded “off air” like some of the BBC sessions and the reply was, “no” – all recordings from the Dutch Radio Station master tapes.

My last question was to a very nice E.M.I. record company boss: “Is the box set a limited edition?” and the answer was “Yes” and to buy it by Xmas / New Year because it will be replaced with the box set split into 7 small sets by the 1st March 2017. But the bonus discs in the full box set will not be sold….yet!

“I always told my daughter that people are basically decent, at their core. We may have ideological differences but people are basically decent.

This was a myth. I lied to her. Like always, when innocence is lost, it happens all at once, in the cruelest form possible so that there can be no mistake, no going back. I’m shattered. I’m so sorry. Half of us tried.”

Maya, you did not lie to your daughter — innately the majority of people are good and decent. Good people voted for both candidates and not so good people did too.

Not in day to day interactions, I mean that we just voted to ruin the planet for future generations. Animals, plants, our grandchildren and great grandchildren were voted against in exchange for the great almighty dollar. The red media programmed their constituency and hid their agenda under the heading of jobs, sexism, xenophobia, racism – any emotional hook they could find. But that agenda has been the same for generations. Harvest the planet.

There is only one song and it is the same song regardless who would have won.

God Bless America

And that is what every American should be thinking instead of rioting because they didn’t get what they wanted. Don’t like the outcome? Fine. There are other ways to handle it. Deal with the result and unite, don’t fight.

I absolutely agree with you Andrew. Protest is good and can be done in many different ways.

On both sides there have been factions looking to disrupt just for the sake of disruption. There is a total lack of mindfulness of the domino effect. I take for example (all hypothetical) a single mother, on a tight budget, leaves work at hour x to collect her young child at daycare, knowing that if she’s late, she may get ‘fined’ $2 per minute for every minute she’s beyond closing time. She knows that there’s no accounting for what traffic conditions will be and is already stressed about that. Now factor into that a protest march that disrupts traffic and blocks off streets. Now her egress has become complicated and she has to weave her way through crowds of people and find an alternate entrance into say, the subway. In the meantime, the daycare provider has an elderly parent at home who is being looked after by a day nurse (he/she too has another obligation after their shift is done) and there have been far too many days in the past month that she’s been late to relieve the nurse because a parent has been late to collect their child … and so it goes on.

There has been looting, destruction of personal property, physical violence and the like coming from both the far right and far left radical fringes who didn’t vote and have no skin in the game.